“So you don’t think I’m good enough for your friends?” She crosses her arms and lifts her chin, indignant. “Is that it?” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “I get it—you hockey boys are like celebrities on this campus. And what, because I don’t usually party with you guys or because I’m not in a sorority, then I’m suddenly not even worth a hookup?” I bite back a bitter laugh. “Yeah, you’re putting a whole lotta words in my mouth that I sure as hell didn’t say.”
